Perennial Adventure

Advent, older, and more pervasive, than Christmas I presume. Why so? Advent's lack of glaring light feels more of an invite to prepare for winter's new year planning by reviewing what went toxically wrong and occasionally mysteriously right. A time not yet for sorting ecstatic harvest seeds of early year insight but deeper hibernating into all not not quite entirely wrong potentials, where cooperative perennial images delight while capital's mortal reasoning remains logistically wrong, a song too soon sadly sung in nihilistic dissonant keys of double-binding night, approaching terrorizing fright vigorously denied before adventurously accepting heuristic gains of ultra-violet bright Into Advent darkness recomposing next year's nurture lights, ecologically learned evolving cycles of nutrition theologically deep revolutionary recycles speaking healthy wealth of Advent's annual 2020 resolutions.